Although Fang Zhongjin has never been afraid to use tricks.

But now all kinds of weirdness outside the Shaolin Temple really have nothing to do with him.

At the moment, Hong Wen, who was easy to command, has died.

Hong Ji and Hong Du followed him all day long.

Even if Fang Zhongjin has great ability, he can't make such a big move.

It's just that he has always known that the old monk Cheng Hui has some skills, and he is not a layman.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know that there was still an ambush in the temple, the "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Mantra" in the side hall last time really couldn't fool him.

Now that Fang Zhongjin saw Cheng Hui's anxious face, he knew that this old monk had encountered something difficult to solve.

He asked the old monk to explain the problem, but it was just an easy try.

The art of war is cloudy: know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

Now that Fang Zhongjin is imprisoned here, he can't hear any rumors.

If he really wants to get out of the Shaolin Temple, he must have a certain understanding of the current situation of the Shaolin Temple.

Besides, if you can really sell the favor of the old monk, maybe it will also help you get out.

Cheng Hui sighed.

He had accumulated many problems in his heart, but he was suffering from the fact that there was no one in the temple who could help him.

Cheng Hui also knew that Fang Zhongjin was not a simple young man.

Suddenly, he had the urge to talk about the problems in front of him.

With this thought, I couldn't stop the car.

This eighty-year-old monk really told Fang Zhongjin about the many strange things that had been poured into a bamboo tube one by one in the past few days.

And after listening to the strange things that happened in the past few days, Fang Zhongjin fell into a deep groan.

In fact, Master Cheng Hui is not a stupid person.

But he didn't know anything about the "enemy" hiding in the shadows, and he couldn't think of any way to solve the dilemma in front of him.

Fang Zhongjin thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "That person behind the scenes, you really can't think of who it is?"

Cheng Hui's lips squirmed slightly, and finally said, "The old man can't think of it. ”

In fact, in Cheng Hui's heart, there is still a trace of suspicion of the other party's Zhongjin.

It's just that this sentence was finally forbearance and didn't say it.

Fang Zhongjin nodded slowly and said, "Since there is a disaster in the northwest, it is not a matter of one or two days for these victims to rush here.

Obviously, the people behind the scenes have been planning for a long time. He first used chickens, ducks and prostitutes ~ women to interfere with Shaolin.

So that Master Chenghui thought that the plan of the people behind the scenes was just to slander the reputation of Shaolin Temple.

It wasn't until Shaolin drove those splashes down the mountain gate that they officially threw out the killer feature.

Master Chenghui, since you have seen those disaster victims, you feel guilty for locking them out of the mountain gate for a long time.

Coupled with these people's shouting for heaven and earth, you will inevitably end up opening the mountain gate. ”

Cheng Hui snorted coldly and said, "The people behind this curtain really use the heart of a villain to save me."

Even if I don't make so much trouble, I won't drive the hungry people away. ”

In fact, Fang Zhongjin's speculations were the same as what Cheng Hui thought in his heart.

At this time, I heard Fang Zhongjin continue: "The person behind the scenes is a very cautious person.

No matter what he was up to, he had to make sure that nothing went wrong, which is why he had made so many preparations in advance. ”

Speaking of this, a dark shadow had already floated in Fang Zhongjin's heart.

He continued: "He's doing this as a tactic to exhaust the enemy. I want you Shaolin Temple monks to be tired, and all the food accumulated in the temple is exhausted.

You said that if you asked the monks in the temple to buy rice everywhere under the mountain, they all returned empty-handed.

The place where Songshan is located has been a large grain-producing county since ancient times. The locust plague only occurred in the northwest and did not come to the Central Plains.

No matter how serious the disaster is, it will not be so fast, and there will be no rice to sell even under Songshan Mountain. ”

Cheng Hui nodded again, and he thought highly of this young man by two points in his heart.

He has lived to be eighty years old, and he has met someone who can think about things in such detail and depth as he does, but he does not have a pair of hands.

What's more, he is so young, and his martial arts can be counted on the rivers and lakes, and his future prospects are even more limitless.

If he wasn't a demon star...... How nice that would be!

Fang Zhongjin didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "It can spread rumors in the world, and it can sell the rice and grain in the Songshan Realm overnight.

The fact that this person behind the scenes is too big......

Abbot, have you ever made a feud with the imperial court?"

Cheng Hui heard this, and his eyes widened.

If it had been in the past, Chenghui would not have taken it seriously.

Shaolin is a large temple on Songshan Mountain, and it has always had a good relationship with the nearby government and county orders.

What's more, since the current emperor Zhu Di ascended the throne, he has always been respectful of Shaolin, and all kinds of rewards are not fake.

But since Hua Shan and his party came back, Master Cheng Hui didn't dare to be so convinced.

Because what Huashan is plotting is such a major event as "rebellion".

And Master Chenghui also nodded to Qiu Songhe because of his past oath.

Although later, with the death of Qiu Songhe, this matter was finally over.

So many martial arts heroes have never mentioned this matter again, and everyone has hidden it in their hearts as the biggest secret in this life.

But there's no guarantee that no one will reveal the secret in the end.

Calculate the time, if the imperial court comes to the door to humiliate Shaolin, it is not impossible.

Cheng Hui was just starting to be a little worried in his heart, but he heard Fang Zhongjin say again: "It won't be the imperial court."

If the imperial court wants to do things, it will definitely not be so roundabout.

Since the people behind the scenes have engaged in so many tricks, it also proves that his strength is not good, and he is not sure of victory. ”

Cheng Hui was relieved by what he said.

If it weren't for the imperial court, then if there was anyone in the martial arts who made ghosts and tricks, Cheng Yan would not be afraid of him!

Cheng Hui felt that today's trip to Houshan was not in vain.

This Fang Zhongjin looked young, but helped him sort out a lot of ideas.

And Cheng Hui's dislike for Fang Zhongjin in his heart unconsciously decreased.

At this time, I suddenly heard Fang Zhongjin say: "In today's situation, I suggest that the abbot make preparations with both hands."

On the one hand, the people behind the scenes want to make Shaolin tired. Then you should wait for your work.

The enemy has made so many preparations, and in the end, they will always come to Shaolin to make a big scene.

No matter who the opponent is, you will know when the time comes. ”

The eighty-year-old man nodded his head again and again, admiring in his heart.

Fang Zhongjin is a bystander, not like Cheng Hui is in the game, but can point out the key to the matter.

Abbot Cheng Hui was trying to rush back to the temple and arrange it up and down.

At this time, Fang Zhongjin said again: "What, those hungry people outside the temple, does the abbot have a plan?"

Cheng Hui's face turned red, but he hurriedly said firmly: "Although I don't have any perfect plans, I Shaolin can't ignore it." As long as Shaolin does not run out of food for a day, it will never drive the victims down the mountain!"

When Fang Zhongjin heard this, he suddenly raised his hands and applauded.

When Cheng Hui saw his actions, he didn't know whether to praise or ridicule. The eighty-year-old monk's old face turned even redder.

Fang Zhongjin said in a calm voice: "The abbot is virtuous, and the kid is admired." It's just that disaster relief is the business of the government, not your monk.

It is precisely because of this that the people behind the scenes can wait for you to run out of ammunition without fear.

Even if you know the other party's plan in your heart, you still obediently act according to his plan.

Shaolin's 'obedience', the kid admires it even more. ”

At this time, Cheng Hui's bald head was already red and turned into a roast pig on the altar.

I don't know why, once I want to come to the stable Chenghui once I meet the middle brocade above, I can always be angry.

The hostility that had just been transformed by Fang Zhongjin involuntarily floated up again.

This kid doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks. If the government can really come forward to solve the disaster, will Shaolin still need to be as difficult as it is today?

But I heard Fang Zhongjin say again: "It seems that you can't do anything, if the kid gives you a move, what do you think?"